| March 1, 2006 I've been accused of being conceited, but I believe that it's only true in the context of a society so obsessed with an unrealistic ideal of beauty shoved down our throats by the media to the extent that prepubescent girls hate their bodies and a large majority of the population suffers from eating disorders of one sort or another. Maybe I am conceited. Maybe self-esteem and self-respect are just in short supply these days when music makes it cool to hate life, to hate love, to hate oneself, to embrace self-mutilation, to promote death, and to condone the mistreatment of fellow beings. Hearing people call me say stuff and seeing looks of disapproval really only makes me feel sad for them that what I wear can make them feel so uncomfortable that they must attack me for their own insecurities. I was gonna write more, but I got bored. |